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posted by dawnisbeauty
Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!



The Spirit

The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.

The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A Главная for all its dreams.

The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.

The spirit lives on,
еще eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists или pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no еще tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was огонь and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. Ты will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And Ты haven’t...
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Act 2 Isn't As Important As Ты Think It Is - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a плащ walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an оранжевый sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was оранжевый from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories Ты always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my постель, кровати and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. Ты live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up или what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like Волки in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The турель, башня, башенка on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he сказал(-а) to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The огонь in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he сказал(-а) as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These Книги are great for summer Чтение I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula by Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit by Tolken
8. I'm the king of the замок by Susan Hill
7. 1984 by George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian моль by Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre by шарлотка, шарлотта Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad Ты could make it." сказал(-а) Lucas
"I'm glad Ты could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." сказал(-а) Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Oh goody." I сказал(-а) nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." сказал(-а) Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his Избранное restaurant. It was a perfect день for a ужин date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the трава seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a ужин date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black ремень, пояс, пояса in the middle. His секунда impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This дата was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first день of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Ты need not try to remember something,
Ты remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Ты could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

Ты try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, Ты try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and еще pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his стол письменный, стол in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least Избранное subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the день and by that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals или something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his стол письменный, стол and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen год old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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